Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 402: Rescuers (Part 1)
The time is close to noon, and the locals will stay in shady houses at this time. There are not many pedestrians on the streets of the town. The alleys are even more deserted and quiet, like no one's land.
It’s not like the large and crowded cities in Europe. It’s just a simple seaside fishing town. Although it occupies a large area, it’s difficult to find a hiding place here. It's really not small.
In places like Paris or Marseille, you can find an apartment building in a residential area, and you can hide in the stairwell for a while, but in this North African town, the courtyard walls on both sides of the streets are high, most of them are The single-door single-family bungalows follow the Turkish style in street planning, and the direction is all smooth and straight lines, which is the kind that can be seen from the street to the end of the alley at a glance.
Julian, a visitor from a foreign land, was completely unfamiliar with his place. He ran frantically along that alley for a while, trying to get rid of the imaginary chasing soldiers, but after turning a few consecutive turns, he finally turned I completely fainted.
The French found a shady corner to stop and rest. The owner of the house next to him may be a fisherman or a marine trader. He piled up a pile of wicker baskets against the courtyard wall, exuding a A pungent fishy smell.
Flying fast in this temperature is an extremely painful thing even for those who have received professional training. The French now feels that he may be dying, and strenuous exercise caused his body temperature to rise rapidly. High, dehydration and a large amount of adrenaline secreted, added a heavy burden to his heart.
Julian sits on the ground with his back against the courtyard wall, his mouth grows up, breathing like a fish thrown on the shore, his heart is beating violently, and the diaphragm under his ribs is like being cut by a knife. The same pain, no matter how hard he breathed in, he still felt unable to breathe.
The French struggled to dig out a delicate sheepskin water bag from the tunic. This was bought in Tunisia. It contained goat’s sour milk bought from the locals, which is a natural energy supplement. , While replenishing water, it can also replenish the fat and protein needed for human exercise.
Roughly pulling out the leather tack at the mouth of the bag, Julian raised his head impatiently and took a sip of yogurt. Not surprisingly, he choked. The French coughed violently and sprayed himself with the white yogurt. All in one.
"Hey, friend." Suddenly an Arabic greeting came from the other end of the wicker basket.
The Frenchman, who was already in all his hands, was really frightened. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he didn't carry a weapon with him. Zhang was at a loss when he picked up half of the brick in the corner.
"Who is there?" Julian had learned a lot of local dialects from Abdul before, and he asked tremblingly while holding a brick.
"Don't be nervous, we are friends." A face with a face towel appeared from behind the wicker basket. This sentence was in French that Julian was familiar with.
"Who are you?" The Frenchman was still in shock at this moment, full of doubts about everything.
"You don’t need to know who I am, Mr. Julian. You just need to know that we are not malicious to you. Now please come with me and I will take you to a safe place to hide. Wait there, yours All questions can be answered one by one." The masked man replied.
"I advise you to throw the thing in your hand. We don't have much time. The Italians will soon launch a citywide search." The masked man made a follow-up gesture to Julian, also Without waiting for the other party to agree, he turned around and ran towards the other side of the street.
When the French arrived at this time, could they have a second choice? Julian stood up hard and tried hard to catch up with the masked man. At this time, he could only pray that the other party’s previous words were true , This person really wants to help himself.
"It's not very far from here. We didn't expect you to turn in this direction." The masked man slowed down, turned his head and said to Julian.
"I noticed that you were talking about us?" Julian said breathlessly.
"Yes, my comrades and I, a group of like-minded companions," the masked man replied proudly.
Two people walked quickly through the alley one after the other. Julian didn’t know how many turns followed each other, and finally came to a house. The French noticed that the courtyard wall here was much larger than the surrounding ones. Neighbors must be tall. The masked man ran to the corner and looked around.
"Okay, go in from here." The masked man lifted a wooden board on the side of the courtyard wall, revealing a small door on the wall with a metal fence carved with delicate patterns.
"This is a dog hole?" Julian resisted.
"No, it's just a vent to ventilate the yard." The masked man forcefully removed the metal fence.
"Don't hesitate, we don't have much time."
"Okay." What else can the Frenchman expect at this point, he bent down and quickly crawled through the hole.
"Welcome, Mr. Julian." Someone in the yard was waiting for him. Seeing the Frenchman appeared, they greeted him enthusiastically.
It was a middle-aged man in a gorgeous silk robe, with a finely trimmed beard, a snow-white Arabian turban on his head, a girdle woven with gold silk around his waist, and a Persian dagger inserted in the girdle. With large pieces of gems, they reflected dazzling light in the noon sun.
This character who seems to have come out of the story of The Thousand and One Nights, doesn’t seem to care about the messy blood on Julian’s head and body. He stepped forward and hugged the Frenchman and kissed passionately. The face of Julian.
"I am Said Benaibhani, you can call me Nabhani. Mr. Julian, my dear friend." Nebhani speaks fluent French, although he let Julian go, But still holding the opponent's hand tightly.
"What happened just now surprised you. I apologize to you for the reckless behavior of my friends."
Naibhani took Julian to the underside of the pergola in the corner of the yard. There was a fine wool carpet on the ground, and a short table was placed on it, which was filled with abundant food and various fruits. The French are completely at a loss at this time, and can only be at the mercy of this enthusiastic and somewhat over-ridden master.
"Go get some water, let Mr. Julian wash it, and then get a clean robe and headscarf." Nebhani ordered to the servant standing by.
"Sit down, Mr. Julian, you should be thirsty. I have cool milk tea here." The Arab greeted warmly.
"Please wait a minute, Mr. Nabhani, I am grateful to your friend for taking me here, and thank you for your kind hospitality to me. I want to know what this is for, I believe me I have never seen you and your companions before. Who are you, why are you helping me, and where did you get my name? These questions are very important to me. I hope you can tell me the answer now. "Julian came to a sense of relief only then, and he raised his question to the other side loudly.
"Nizal didn't tell you just now?"
"No"
"Well, this is in line with his temperament."
Naibhani sat down on the carpet, held up the exquisite teapot, and poured milk tea into a silver bowl.
"We are an organization dedicated to overthrowing the evil colonial rule of the Italians. Perhaps you have never heard of this organization before, but believe me, the Italians will soon tremble under this name. "The Arab stroked his beautiful beard and handed the milk tea to Julian.
"Thank you, Mr. Naibhani." Julian took the silver bowl, took a sip, and was overwhelmed by the sweet and fragrant taste~ IndoMTL.com~ I'm glad you like this, don't worry , There are many more here. "Nebhani said with a big smile.
"You haven't told me how you knew my name and why you came to help me. Was it yours who shot just now?" Julian asked eagerly, holding a tea bowl.
"Your superiors have been in contact with us for a long time and have provided us with a lot of help before. This time it’s time for us to repay our friends. Indeed, when you first set foot on the land of Libya, you were already in our Under protection.
The incident this time is really an accident. These military police never ran to pick up at this time in the past. Fortunately, our soldiers shot in time to prevent you from falling into the hands of evil colonists. "Nebhani reclined on the soft pillow, smiling to answer the French question.
ps: Sorry, the number of words updated in this chapter today is a bit small, and I will compensate you with a big chapter later.
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